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[b]Name:[/b] Kamogawa Rokkaku
[b]Age:[/b] 17
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Human (Delinquent)
[b]Appearance:[/b] At the relatively unimposing height of 5’6, Rokkaku doesn’t look like much of a tough guy, his long brown hair and his small eyes making him out more like an unhygienic teen rather than the baddest bad boy in the neighborhood. Then he flexes, and his entire body turns into a monolith of unmoving steel. Then he glares, and the intensity in his dark red eyes could quite possibly cause salarymen to scamper away. And [i]then[/i], one may note the countless scars that riddle Rokkaku’s body, and perhaps they wouldn’t be wrong in believing him to be a yakuza enforcer or a former child soldier. But those are all just outer impressions, the impression of people who don’t know him.

[b]Personality:[/b] Not that they’re all that far off. Rokkaku does love the taste of youthful rebellion, and he certainly has no qualms with cracking heads open with his iron fist. His death glare is indeed something that causes lesser men to cower and the yakuza to flinch, while his body is most definitely reaching the apex of physical prowess. His neutral expression is an ‘irritated frown’, while his smile is aggressive and vicious even without meaning to be. Heck, if treated like the delinquent punk he is, Rokkaku’s more than willing to play into their expectations of him, revving up his motorcycle obnoxiously and driving 30mph above the speed limit while throwing the middle finger at the cops.

But the sense of justice in his heart remains strong, and as a red-blooded rebel, he hates bullies, snobs, and assholes that impose their will upon the unwilling, whether through might, mind, or money. He also has no time for bureaucratic bullshit, thinks that sugary sweet girls are all just manipulative Jezebels, and thinks that the best way to get past obstacles is to go [b]STRAIGHT THROUGH.[/b] Rokkaku’s the manly dumbass that doesn’t get feelings and emotions and all that icky stuff, but who’s still going to run twice the length of Minagawa and punch a fat, ugly bastard if he catches wind of whatever nefarious plot they’re planning.

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[b][u]Magic Trait[/u] ; All Stand Equal Under the Fist of the War God[/b]
Though he despises it, the blood of his mother still flows through his veins, and as a scion of the Kamogawa family, Rokkaku holds a Magic Trait that turns his body into a spiritual weapon capable of punching the unpunchable. Whether it be intangible ghosts or magical attacks or conceptual curses, his body is capable of physically interacting with them like any other ordinary object, and thus, he’s capable of smacking them away, tearing them off, or sending them flying with a well-placed uppercut. As long as he can perceive it, Rokkaku can punch it. A nonsense ability that’s perfect for a dumbass, essentially.

It was said that his ancestors were capable of bypassing the concepts of time and space, as well as flat-out ignoring any durability or magical resistance with their punches, but in the modern era, the bloodline of the Kamogawa family has thinned out, and it is unlikely that their Magic Trait will reach the heights it once stood at.

[b][u]Kamogawa Magic Style[/u] ; Iron Flesh Script[/b]
Though he’s fairly inept at regular onmyouji, simply because he skipped or slept through all the lessons before basically disowning his entire family and striking it out on his own, Rokkaku still benefits from the Iron Flesh Script that all members of the Kamogawa family go through when they reach thirteen years of age. The countless small scars on his body are actually the same sort of inscription one would find on ofuda, the wounds opened up with a blessed tanto before being filled in with a special mixture of metal dust. Through these marks, Rokkaku is able to channel his mana internally and grant himself varying degrees of superhuman strength, speed, perception, and durability, all dependent on how many marks he decides to activate.

[b][u]Kamogawa Martial Arts[/u] ; Punch ‘em Dead[/b]
Once upon a time, Rokkaku earnestly practiced his family’s martial arts, a style of fighting that involved parries, counters, and precision strikes to immobilize one’s opponents before finally unleashing one of the 107 different Certain Kill Techniques that the Martial Art has to finish them off. Unfortunately, Rokkaku now doesn’t care, and just spams those Certain Kill Techniques all the time, until they’ve regresses from legendary secret arts to just a rushdown of regular attacks. Really though, he’s not all that skillful. He’s just hard-headed.

[b][u]Riding B+[/u] ; Ride or Die[/b]
Rokkaku rides a motorcycle. He likes his motorcycle a lot. He knows how to fix it up and he rates it as one of his top 3 worldly possessions. Though he’s capable of outrunning his motorcycle, the sensation of gliding through long, empty roads simply can’t be captured when you’re covering 500 ft per step. And though one may argue that effort does not always equate results, Rokkaku is still a skilled rider, capable of pulling off dangerous feats without dying or crashing.

[b][u]Camping Boi[/u] ; Cheaper than Apartment Rent[/b]
Rokkaku likes camping. Or maybe he doesn’t, but it’s way easier to camp in a park rather than having to convince a landlord that yes, he is definitely capable of paying off the monthly rent, and no, he won’t use this room as a party room for his hypothetical delinquent friends. Though it doesn’t really do wonders for his hygiene, public baths exist and this camping delinquent enjoys the buzz of nature more than the convenience of a room, after all. And isn’t it totally wild and rebellious, living in forests and mountains when there’s ‘No Camping’ signs? Hell yeah it is![/hider]

[b]Equipment:[/b] Rokkaku has three sets of clothing, a wallet, a first aid kit that he doesn’t use all that often, a can of tuna in case he meets a stray cat, his motorcycle, his sleeping bag, and his all-season tent. Travel light, and you’ll never have to complain about sore shoulders.

[b]Brief Backstory:[/b] The Kamogawa family owns a shrine on the mountain while moonlighting as youkai exterminators. The eldest son, Rokkaku was supposed to succeed the family in that regard, but while he enjoyed all the lessons in how to punch youkai dead as a child, as he grew up, he realized he didn’t care for being a mercenary or a hitman or whatever. No, what he wanted was adventure, and, with the confidence that facing off monsters gave him, Rokkaku got into a big, nasty argument with his mom and promptly left the home, permanently borrowing his dad’s motorcycle while he was at it.

Riding far, far east, the dumbass delinquent eventually ran out of New Year’s allowance for gyudon and settled down in the city of Minagawa to find part-time work and stock up on more money for his next trip. Apparently, his rebellious attitude was totally ‘rock’ in the eyes of the owner of Live House Thunderblood, located on the western side of Downtown Minagawa, and that’s where Rokkaku occasionally works now, as the surly security dude that’s there to throw disruptive punks out during live events.

It works out, anyways, as long as no police officers ask why such a young lad is out and about during school hours.
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